Above is Dan headed down the Christmas Tree Aisle at an undisclosed location. No, it's not the dump -- however, I did see a lovely artificial christmas tree there in the Household Department the last time I patronized that particular establishment (and look it up: that is the correct usage of that verb, Ali :-).
It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done . . .
After failing to get lost or stumble upon one of those marveous misadventures which we always seem to find when they are least appreciated (we weren't that far from the road and Dan did, I suppose, have to be at work in an hour), and after looking at our watches, we denounce one semi-decent unrepublican tree to be sentanced to Madame Chainsaw. Unfortunately I forgot my knitting. (Those of you puzzling over that remark would do well to read more Dickens, or Dumas, or for that matter even the illustrious and imaginative Baroness Orkzy. . . LOL)
On the right is me about to drop the tree and make a grab our rampaging little sleddog heading full tilt in my direction.
(Isn't she cute?)
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